An Officer And Her Boyfriend
The day that my life as a police officer started wasn’t the day that I graduated from my probationary status to a sworn officer of the New York Police Department. I had spent the last twelve months of my life being a rookie who could be kicked off the force if things didn’t go well. And the day that I took the oath to serve and protect the people of New York, I knew at once that I had already found my place. Like my uncle and grandfather before him.
But as I said, that wasn’t the day I clocked it. The day it all began, I wasn’t even expecting it at all. As a matter of fact, I was fast asleep on my bed in the only way that I enjoyed it: naked!
The first thing I felt that morning was the wet and moist tongue of my boyfriend, Chase Miller. From the deepest dredges of my sleep-induced brain, I could feel his tongue lapping up my pussy. My legs spread automatically even before my body had fully woken up. His fingers pried my pussy lips apart as he exposed my inner flesh to his tongue.
When his teeth clamped lightly over my clit, my eyes flew open at once, and all sleep left my body in a whoosh. I let out a gasp of breath as I looked down at him; he had his head buried between my thighs.
Chase then pulled away as he smiled at me, “Good morning, sunshine. Hope I didn’t wake you up?”
I smiled weakly at him, “Who doesn’t like being woken up with her boyfriend’s tongue stuck up her pussy?” I replied weakly as I turned in the bed and picked up my phone. I checked the time, and sure enough, it was a few minutes past seven. I needed to be at the station by 8.
I dropped my phone as I turned back in bed and lay back. “No, babe. You didn’t.”
Chase returned to feasting on my pussy. I felt his tongue lap at my juices, and the more he did it, the more aroused I became. I grabbed him by the hair, shoving my pussy into his face.
“Oh yeah, baby!” I moaned as my free hand grabbed the sheets.
“Let’s get the party started, shall we?” He rasped as he knelt between my legs. I saw his cock, it was pale and thin but rock hard. His arousal was evidenced by the precum leaking from the tip of the penis. He sure as fuck was in the mood.
“Oh yeah…” I cooed as I gyrated my waist before him. “Someone woke up on the right side of his bed this morning.”
“Waking up next to you would always make me hard as fuck!” He replied gruffly as he picked up one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder. He leaned forward, his cock stationed at my entrance. Then, with a deep sigh, he pushed it in.
His cock slipped easily into my pussy, disappearing into the warm, wet embrace of my vagina.
“Oh sweet baby Jesus!” He moaned softly; he paused a bit as he tried to get himself under control. “Your pussy is so fire, baby!”
I said nothing at all as he pulled out of me and slammed right back into me, holding my leg up as he increased the pace, working his waist inside me. I could feel his cock, over and over again as he continued to fuck me. I raised my waist to match his thrusts; I wanted to feel more of him. He had his hand under my butt, squeezing it as he continued to slam into me with everything that he had.
Then, he increased his pace.
“Oh no… don’t stop!” I moaned as I recognized the pattern. “I’m just getting the feel of it!”
A few thrusts later, with a loud and deep grunt, Chase came deep into my pussy. I felt his cum trickle inside me.
“No! I’m not done with you!” I cried as I flipped our position so that I was on top of him. I straddled him and was about to guide his cock back into my pussy so that I could ride him when I found that he was already semi-soft.
“What the fuck, Chase?” I said weakly, in defeat.
This wasn’t the first time this was happening with him. He worked me up and got me horny, only for him to fuck me just enough for his own pleasure, and once he got that, I was left hanging. All the damn time!
“I’m sorry, babe,” he replied weakly. “I’m sure if I rest a few minutes…”
We both knew that was a lie. The vibe was already gone.
“Fuck!” I cursed as I got off him, feeling so horny it was almost an ache. What the fuck was I supposed to do to get properly laid in this fucking house? It was clear as day that my boyfriend didn’t give a shit about that.
I walked naked across the bedroom into the bathroom; at once I turned on the heater while I took the toothbrush to brush my teeth.
“Amber!” Chase called me from the bedroom.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“I’ll prepare breakfast, okay? So, just take your time; it should be ready for you by the time you’re leaving.”
“Okay,” I replied as I stood over the sink. I then looked at the mirror.
My reflection showed my clear frustration. There were bags under my eyes, and my face looked like I needed more sleep. That was understandable because I had barely gotten enough sleep last night, and I woke up to this failed excuse called sex. And as I stared more at myself, I pursed my lips.
I had a smallish oval face that sat on a slim neck. I wasn’t exactly busty, but my breasts stood out and were firm and proud on my chest. I had always worked out, even before my time in the academy, which was why, to date, I had an athlete’s body. And it was always banging!
I looked away from my reflection to focus on preparing for work. When I was done brushing my teeth, I climbed into the empty tub and lowered myself into it. I then took the tap as I spread my legs and opened up my heavily aroused pussy that was dripping with juice. I held the tap over my pussy and turned it on, letting the warm, clean water wash over it; the force of the flow sent jolts of electricity coursing through my veins.
I closed my eyes as I let out a soft moan while my free hand grabbed the handle of the tub for balance. This was the only way that I could stay sane, since my dear boyfriend couldn’t do it for me.
What was a girl to do?
